"So you are here. I've been looking for you for a long time." The door of the training room suddenly opened, and a charming female voice rang in the training room.

"Belmode?! What are you here to do?!" Chianti was unhappy when she saw Belmode. She had a hot temper and didn't care about Belmode's status in front of that person, and she still choked.

"hello, chianti." Belmode greeted the fun without bothering.

"You haven't left yet." Gin came down from the shooting table. He knew very well why Belmode came over. The reason why he sent the email to Belmode was because Gin herself was not interested in hot springs and diamonds. Instead of making it uninteresting, it would be better to throw Belmode and let her go to play.

"You are the organizer, aren't you?" Belmode smiled and put his hand on Gin's shoulder, deliberately provoking Coren and Chianti. "Gin invites us to go to the hot springs, are you going?"

Gin: “…”

Belmode, please make it clear, when did he invite you?

"Are you treating me?" Colun asked suddenly.

Gin was stunned for a moment. Although there was no expression on Colun's face,... I always felt that I knew some of Colun's extraordinary hobbies, "I'll ask."

So, the people who went to take a hot spring bath changed from Belmode Bourbon to Gin Belmode Bourbon Chianti Colon Vodka Kiel. Since both Coren and Chianti were going, vodka must also ask, and there is also Kiel who has been resigned since he has resigned and has not been reused.

The hot spring restaurant is a standard Japanese-style restaurant. Once you enter, there is a porch and corridor. The closest to the door is a room. The low table in the center of the tatami is neatly placed with seat cushions. The paper door not far away is opened, and the outdoor view is unobstructed. This suite is on the first floor and comes with a large courtyard.

"The environment here is good." Belmode raised his eyebrows slightly.

Seven people, four men and three women, private rooms are enough. This restaurant is not big at all, and the suite and gin are booked together.

"Go to a public hot spring or a private hot spring?" The group of people who had not brought much luggage quickly packed up. Bourbon looked at the silver-haired man leaning leisurely on the sofa and half-closed his eyes.

"Of course it's a private hot spring. There are other travelers here, and it's not convenient for public hot springs." The lazy female voice rang out in her yukata. Belmode leaned against the door in a bathrobe, bent his fingers and knocked on the door frame, "Gin, it's time for you to change your clothes."

Gin took a look at Bourbon who had changed his clothes, got up and entered the bedroom, and came out in a black bathrobe after more than ten seconds. When he met the only two people in the room, Gin left expressionlessly.

The private hot spring covers a large area and is more than enough to accommodate more than a dozen people. Gin leans against the stone wall and closes her eyes to rest, trying to ignore the people occupying the same hot spring. However, it is easy to see the difference when a group of killers are together.

Among everyone present, only Gin and Belmode were clean. Belmode was white and delicate, just like high-quality silk. Just looking at the skin condition, it looked like a spoiled daughter of a wealthy family. Gin was pale, but the crisp scar on the heart gave people the first feeling of being thin and unhealthy.

"Gin, are you a man who is still scar-removing?" Chianti looked at the hideous scars on her body, then looked at Gin's clean skin, and looked around the people in the hot spring. Even intelligence personnel like Kiel and Bourbon could not avoid leaving a few scars on their bodies.

Gin was silent for two seconds. What was the illusion for Chianti that he would do the illusion of scar removal, "physical reason." He didn't care how many scars he had on his body. If he really counted, he could not have a perfect place on his body, and there were dense and deep scars everywhere. People who torture death may not necessarily have such dense scars.

"Then why is the scar on your heart still there?" Chianti has always been carefree, and is even worse than vodka in terms of ginger's eyes.

"So it took me a lot of effort to leave it." Ginjiu's tone was faint. This scar was the only trace he could call the "childhood" stage. Ginjiu couldn't remember how many times he had hurt himself, and it was cut again every time he was about to scar.

"Is there anything special about this scar?" Anmu's undercover agent moved his heart and began to inquire about the news. The new leader of the action team was really too mysterious and could not find much useful news.

"It's just to remember some people." Gin opened her eyes slightly and stared at the depths of the hot spring. He couldn't hear his attitude towards "some people" from his tone.

"Enemy?" Belmode groped his chin and guessed that the possibility of this guess was indeed the greatest.

Gin raised her eyelids, and her tone was cold, "Dead." Gin would not think of those people and things that remained in the depths of memory, but occasionally, when he was trapped in the abyss and wanted to destroy the whole world, they would emerge from the depths of memory.

"Small formation, the world is beautiful, right?"

"Your ability is not used to do bad things."

"Music can communicate with everything in the world."

"...I like it, maybe the world is bad, but it always has a good side, right?"

It is precisely because of these sounds buried deep in memory that Gin is what it is now, which can save people from life and death, and kill people invisibly, wander between light and darkness, which is incompatible with light and rejection of darkness.

The hot springs can't be soaked for too long, so after more than ten minutes, everyone went ashore one after another. Gin changed her clothes and found a comfortable position to lie on the bed, her eyes half closed, and the screen of her mobile phone was lit, showing the latest emails.

[…Niwang's Stone is the key to the mechanism, and taking it away will cause floods... Treasure hunter poisonous rat is arrested...—— gin]

【I understand.—— boss】

"Dinner." Bourbon came to Gin with a plate, subconsciously glanced at the phone that was still on the screen, and only saw the gentleman's reply email.

Gin sat up and took the plate. The dinner served in the hot spring restaurant looked good. Gin chewed the food slowly. The phone, which had already black screen, rang from time to time. There were new emails on the screen, and Gin didn't even open it.

Suites, each suite has only two bedrooms, which means that you have to sleep together.

It is easy to allocate women, and Chianti and Belmode cannot live in the same room, it depends on where Kiel is willing to go. As for men, Bourbon is interested in staying with Gin to find out the news, so he simply put down his clothes from the beginning.

Living in the same room with a top killer is indeed challenging. Bourbon looked at Gin, who was leaning on the sofa, holding his head with his mobile phone in the other hand. The news about Gin in the organization can only be found out from some old members. The name of top-                                                                                              �

But no matter what the rumors are, Bourbon doesn't feel any danger in Gin. For example, now, the silver-haired young man has a little irritability on his face, and his hands are fast clicking on the screen of his phone - this only shows that Gin's hidden ability is also first-class and can perfectly hide his own danger.

The stronger the gin, the less good it is for people like them, and no one wants to have a powerful enemy.

But Bourbon also found out from the old members that although Gin looked cold, as long as you don’t mess with him, he would not cause trouble for you for no reason. In other words, he had basically never seen Gin ask anyone for trouble, nor would he stumbling behind your back. It was easier to get along with than most members of the organization.

Seeing Gin put down her phone, Bourbon tentatively said a topic, "Gin, are you really only 20 years old?"

"If you are talking about physical age." Ginjiu's tone was faint. As for psychological age and actual age of birth? Heaven knows, earth knows, I know, Ginjiu knows.

"You can become a senior executive at such a young age." Boben sighed inadvertently. If people like Gin can be allowed to enter the public security system, they will definitely be spoiled by their superiors!

"The dark world doesn't look at age," Gin moved her right wrist, and age was not something he could control, "and it was not those state institutions."

"Those institutions are really annoying," Bourbon did not hesitate to blacken his old club in order to integrate into the darkness. Those who were scattered in the dark must have no good feelings for those state institutions. The more they did illegal things, the more annoying the people who maintained order. "If there are no annoying guys, our actions will be easier."

Hearing this, Gin chuckled, rather than laughing, it was a humming sound from her chest, "Society needs them to maintain order, and it is also a problem for us to have too many people."

Bourbon's expression stagnated, and his purple-gray eyes were a little incredible, "Don't you think they deserve to die?"

"Maybe some people deserve to die." Gin said concisely, and there would inevitably be a few scumbags in that kind of institution. The harm to society is no less than that of a large criminal organization.

"Then are you slaughtering the undercover because you hate state institutions?" Bourbon couldn't help but speak. He had a terrible guess in his heart. Gin was different from other high-IQ criminals. Gin knew very well that he was committing a crime, but he was indifferent to it and knew that he had violated the law!

Gin raised her eyebrows slightly, "When did I kill the undercover?" He did not deny that he had killed the undercover, but he killed it?

"When Keel and I were suspected of being undercover, you didn't show any mercy at all." Bourbon listed the evidence.

"You call that abusive killing?" Gin was at best just firing a shot at Kiel and exerting some psychological pressure by the way, and...

"If I really didn't show mercy, you wouldn't be able to sit here and talk to me now. I don't hate national institutions."
Chapter completed!